i'm like an animal, my rymes r undiniable
more fuked up then that one dude from Hannible
but i ain't the cannible clown in this story
i'm just a legend bout to go down in history
when u hear my voice, know thats the sound of victory
been rapping since ninty eight, fuk u if u find me gay
cuz no one can say my rymes be fake
step back when i rap cuz i come first
i know u read my last ryme nigger, this ones worst
cursed with a cursed face, just listen to what my verse say
i'll battle on ur birthday and get first place
just so u be embarresd in the worst way
rock u worsed then a earthquake so just let me sing my song
ain't a bad guy but when shit comes up i tell these bitches bring it on
u fuking hipacrits,u need to get laid so just pick a bitch
o thats not ur thing, thats not how u swing, well lick a dick
im the fastest rappist on this side of the atlantic
so fuk u for saying i can't rap shit, im just flowing, going where the cash is
trying to make my song a classic, think imma need some magic
cuz the fact is, this life is driveing me crasy
hate work, cuz my boss be rideing me daily
and these bitches have been trying me lately
thinking of fighting me maybe, fuk neone dieing to slay me
battles be losed and battles be won
if a bro needs my back beleive that'll be done
and then that'll become, an act of rage
with a temper like no other that u'll hafta engage
when i see u in range, i come out with a gat attack
firing ten shots at once, now how u gonna react ta that
all my life i've been knownas such a pshycopath
cuz i have an attitude and temper, like fuk i know that
don't try me dog, i'd take any reason to knife yo ass
thats y i'm smoking weed, even seeds, till my rux pipe goes bad
and sit in my room with my tunes, hahaha my lifes so sad

aight here i go imma spit out a lame ass line
sit down, listen up, just take a minite of ur gay ass time
i duno i can't say why i do this its not like i get paid to ryme
its not for the popularity, fame or dime
its for fun, i duno its just my frame of mind
cuz its always racing and nothin can explain my kind
or contain my type of music, its crazy shit the kind that'll make u lose it
play over and over and have u wondering who produced it
see no one thought that i could ever do shit
i told them i could rap and now i just proved it
so screw it, let me continue, as i'm about to come pin you
up on a wall with just my words, and watch as they about to hit you
see i don't fight but watch me take out you and ur bitch crew
as soon as they heard i was coming they ditched you
why u shocked, wha?? didn't think i had a gift too
imma keep making songs till i got enough
rappers talking shit but theres no stopping us
we the ones u call when shit keeps popping up
u don't really wanna bumb heads with the mafia


they say u have to be a gangsta to rap shit
but give me a spit test and watch me as i past it
the only way u can stop me is putting me in my casket
see rapping like this is just outa habbit
saw a chance at fame so i thought i'd try and grab it
so i can change my life cuz i hate the fact that i don't have shit,
just my voice and thats it, its the only thing god ever gave me
so i just keep spitting out rymes, and i know that it may seem
like i'm just a lil bit crazy, but thats only cuz my mind just keeps on racing
so i just keep on pacing, back and forth, until i can find the right words to paste, see
theres no difference between me and shady
in the way we ryme, u would think hes the one who made me
and he did, see by listening to his songs, he uncaged me
opend me up and now theres nothin u bitches can do to change me
only choice u got is to embrace me, cuz theres nothin in this world that can erase these
lyrics i wrote that make it hard for ppl to take me
but i became what i became and now u bitches need to stand up and face me
so u can say all the shit u bin wanting to say to me, but don't think that its gonna phase me
it'll only enrage me, so if u wanna engaged me, u better know what to do
cuz i'll beat u blue and make u yell out "help, somebody save me"

R.I.P Travis, u were my friend,
my nigger, my cover, my wing man,
but more u were my brother
like no other, i'd take ur place if i could
imma miss u, now dat i'm alone in the hood
but i wish u good, and my tears
r for all the memories we have during those 8 years
u had no fear, and that made u who u are
rember all the times we cruzd around in ur car
stoal the hood for it from a junkyard
and had to carry it threw those trees, fuk that was hard
and remeber the time we cripd walked in that country bar
shit i don't think its hit me so far,
still sitting here thinking u gonna call
and waiting for u to finaly fix my wall
we always laughd at all the shit we did and never got cought
started callinghood straight from one block
shit man from u i lernd alot, u taught me how to smoke,
how to drink, how to take a choke
coming upwit our own sex moves just to break the slience
the rotation, spider monkey, and the sirien
the squiting eagle and heavens touch,
fuk man we went threw so much,
from the good days, to the girls stage
went threw the drug phase, to the now aways
why u thought u had to go, i just don't know
but no mater what u always be my bro

R.I.P Travis

i roll alone, no foes no friends
i'm on my own, no hoes no ends
the will to fight so i try to praveal
i feel the hurt but i can't derail
i've been around, and learn one thing or two
seen first hand how the game can do
win or lose, keep holding ur face
real playa blues so u count ur days
u know it soon will all go away
so they say, soon there only be one more day

i only got one good eye but i see things ever so clear
been acuanted with death but i've never known fear
i still roll throw spots cats scared to go near
if theres a heaven for a G then i'm prepared to go there
i live for today and not promiss tomorrow
smoke weed simply to try to drown my sorrows
in this game of life there ain't no rules to follow
and the fact i'm still alive is a damn hard pill to swallow
i'm still the smallest cat wit the biggest rep in E-town
the stress in my life is getting harder to date now
haveing fisions of cats shotting me in my wake now
feels like i'm about to have a nervous break down
it takes a big man to shed his pride
trying to get my soul right, and put the paper aside
ya'll bitches to scared to ride, and god if i'm still alive
then why do i feel so dead inside, this is my life

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I don't project my insurecurity's at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial
The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You propably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder
Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever